i leave things in other peoples houses on purpose. 

so they remember me.

so i have reasons to return. 

i left a poster in one, 

my sunglasses in another, 

so i stay in mind.

so when they wear the glasses, or the pass the poster,

they think of Nadia. 

me. 

i leave bits of me in every place i go, 

i make sure to share too much, or shout too loud. 

so they remember me. 

maybe its more so they never forget.

a story here and a tale there, 

a scream of laughter here a song there. 

when i go back, i tell them to keep the poster, 

the laugh.

or i never remind them to return.

as long as its there, or its been there, then so have i.

i existed in a place at a time in a mood.

so they know, the smell of me in their lives, and their houses.